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foreword 


be  pleasure  we  take  in 
issuing  this  Souvenir 
is  mixea  with  sorrow 
and  regret  for  tbe 
occasion  wbicb  calls  it  forth. 
San  Trancisco  and  its  sister 
cities  are  great  heaps  of  ruins. 
Words  cannot  describe  the 
awful  desolation  wrought  by 
the  dreadful  disaster.  » We 
have  sought  to  embalm  the 
sorrowful  scenes  in  pictures 
which  are  eloquent  beyond  the 
power  of  speech.  Cbc  Publishers 


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no.  515  mason  Building 
Cos  nngeles,  California 


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BIWING  to  the  great  calamity  that  has  recently  befallen  the  beautiful 
City  of  the  Golden  Gate,  there  is  a demand  at  the  present  day  for  an 
outlined  description  of  California’s  Metropolis,  which  is  here  given  in  a 
simple  and  direct  manner — a brief  history  of  the  city’s  romantic  career 
of  a century  and  a quarter  and  a concise  description  of  its  recent  de- 
struction. The  voluminous  annals  of  San  Francisco  by  Soule,  Theodore  H.  Hit- 
tell’s  ‘‘History  of  California,”  John  S.  Hittell’s  “History  of  San  Francisco,”  and 
other  authentic  works  have  been  consulted,  but  the  descriptive  portion  of  this 
account  is  chiefly  the  result  of  personal  observation  during  the  past  twenty  years 
up  to  the  memorable  day  of  April  18,  1906. 

It  is  hard  to  realize  that  during  the  eventful  year  of  1776,  while  our  ances- 
tors were  making  the  immortal  Declaration  which  gave  birth  to  the  American 
nation,  the  Spanish  Padres,  knowing  nothing  of  the  momentous  conflict  across 
the  land  fraught  with  such  deep  meaning  both  for  America  and  Spain,  were 
establishing  the  humble  mission  of  San  Francisco  for  the  conversion  of  a few 
Indian  souls. 

Francis  Drake,  one  of  the  most  daring  pirates  of  the  English  buccaneers, 
sailed  up  and  down  the  bays  of  the  west  coast  waiting  to  plunder  the  treasure 
ships  of  the  Spanish  plying  between  the  Philippine  Islands  and  the  Mexican  port 
of  Acapulco.  It  was  in  the  year  of  1579  that  he  landed  in  the  bay  which  today 
bears  his  name  and  took  possession  of  the  territory,  calling  it  New  Albion  and 
holding  there,  before  a wondering  band  of  Indians,  the  first  Protestant  service 
on  the  Pacific  shore.  A stone  cross  has  only  recently  been  erected  in  Golden 
Gate  Park  to  commemorate  this  event. 

In  1774  Father  Serra,  one  of  the  early  Spanish  missionaries,  after  founding 
Monterey,  San  Antonio,  San  Gabriel,  San  Luis  Obispo  and  San  Juan  Capistrano, 
persuaded  Lieutenant  Fages  to  further  explore  the  Bay  of  San  Francisco  with 
a view  to  locating  a Mission.  A third  party  continued  this  work  in  the  year 
1774  and  at  Point  Lobos,  on  a hill  overlooking  the  Golden  Gate  and  the  Seal  Rocks, 


SAN  FRANCISCO  IN  FLAMES. 


set  up  a cross  to  commemorate  their  work.  The  next  year,  when  the  “San 
Carlos”  sailed  into  Monterey  Bay  with  supplies  for  the  Mission  it  brought  the 
welcome  news  that  orders  had  been  given  to  send  a patry  of  settlers  from  Mexico 
to  establish  the  new  presidio  of  San  Francisco.  He  was  the  first  navigator  to 
penetrate  the  majestic  waters  of  San  Fran^jsco  harbor  and  to  select  an  island 
for  his  headquarters  which  is  now  known  as  Angel  Island. 

The  first  party  of  emigrants  for  San  Francisco  started  at  about  the  same 
time  from  Sonora,  in  Mexico,  on  the  long  and  weary  march  over  a desolate  region 
without  roads  and  across  unknown  deserts.  This  party  was  composed  of  about 
two  hundred  soldiers  and  settlers  with  their  wives  and  children,  driving  their 
herds  of  cattle  before  them.  They  were  under  the  leadership  of  Jose  Moraga, 
and,  after  months  of  weary  marching  enduring  untold  hardships,  this  little  band 
of  intrepid  Spaniards  and  Indians  arrived  upon  the  hills  flanking  the  Golden 
Gate,  where  they  set  about  building  rude,  temporary  dwellings  and  a chapel  which 
they  deemed  of  more  immediate  importance  than  a fort. 

Thus  was  built  the  first  settlement  of  San  Francisco. 

This  sturdy  little  colony  was  employed  from  early  morn  till  late  at  night, 
some  of  them  toiling  in  the  grain  fields,  others  becoming  expert  vaqueros  rid- 
ing after  cattle  and  rounding  up  the  herd,  while  still  others  were  trained  as  boat- 
men, handling  big  barges  on  the  treacherous  waters  of  the  bay.  The  women 
spun  the  wool  and  wove  blankets  and  fabrics.  They  sewed  garments  and  were 
busied  in  making  drawn  work  altar  cloths  and  doing  other  handiwork.  With 
the  help  of  the  Indians,  low  mission  buildings  of  adobe,  covered  over  with  plaster 
and  roofed  with  tile,  were  constructed  about  the  church  to  serve  as  workshops 
and  dwellings.  A flourishing  trade  in  hides  and  tallows  grew  up  between  the 
Padres  and  the  Yankee  skippers  from  around  the  Horn,  and  this,  together  with 
contributions  from  the  “Pious  Fund,”  made  the  Mission  prosper.  In  1785  the 
establishment  was  reputed  to  own  80,000  sheep,  a thousand  tame  horses,  as 
well  as  h%s,  oxen  and  a large  store  of  wheat,  merchandise  and  about  twenty- 
five  thousand  dollars  in  coin.  Such  was  the  prosperity  of  the  Mission  of  San 
Francisco  at  the  time  when  Mexico  gained  independence  from  Spain,  but  all 
this  temporal  power  of  the  Franciscans  proved  but  a passing  phase  in  the  working 
out  of  a greater  destiny  for  the  city  by  the  Golden  Gate. 

The  real  birth  of  San  Francisco,  as  we  know  it  today,  did  not  begin  until 
after  the  treaty  with  Spain  in  1848,  when  the  country  became  American  territory 
and  the  obstacles  to  immigration  of  American  pioneers  were  removed.  The 
discovery  of  gold  in  California  followed  immcidiately.  In  January  of  the  same 
year,  news  reached  San  Francisco  which  ere  long  set  the  whole  world  in  a fever 


IN  RUINED  DISTRICT,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


of  excitement.  James  W.  Marshall,  an  employee  of  Captain  Sutter,  the  Swiss 
settler,  had  discovered  gold  in  large  quantities  in  the  sand  of  the  American  River, 
a tributary  of  the  Sacramento.  When  the  report  was  confirmed  by  the  shipment 
of  considerable  quantities  of  the  coveted  dust  to  San  Francisco,  a wild  scramble 
to  the  spot  ensued.  The  news  spread  in  all  directions  like  an  epidemic, 
and,  despite  the  remoteness  of  the  land,  ships  carried  it  to  the  four  corners  of 
the  Pacific.  From  Chili  and  Peru  came  the  dark-eyed  “mestizos.”  Whalers 
and  traders  brought  their  quota  of  Kanakas  and  Marquesans.  It  is  said  that 
the  Hawaiian  Islands  were  so  stirred  by  the  news  of  gold  in  California  that  by 
the  month  of  November,  1848,  twenty-seven  vessels  had  sailed  for  San  Fran- 
cisco carrying  over  six  hundred, people,  while  four  thousand  persons  are  reported 
to  have  gone  from  Chili  that  year^to  work  in  the  mines  of  the  New  Dorado. 

The  city  of  San  Francisco  grew  almost  in  a day;  it  was  a city  of  tents  and 
gambling  houses — a raw,  crude,  lawless  place  with  the  most  cosmopolitan  popu- 
lation the  world  had  ever  seen.  Here,  if  anywhere,  was  a confusion  of  tongues 
that  would  rival  Babel.  The  scenes  depicted  were  not  .unlike  those  witnessed 
today  in  Golden  Gate  Park. 

In  1849  a destructive  fire  struck  the  town,  and,  fanned  by  a high  wind,  licked 
up  the  flimsy  houses  of  frame  and  canvas.  This  was  but  the  first  of  a series  of 
disastrous  conflagrations  which  again  and  again  razed  the  city  in  its  early  years. 
During  the  three  years  from  1849  to  1851,  six  fires  devastated  the  city,  involving 
a loss  amounting  to  millions,  but,  with  the  same  wonderful  energy  and  courage 
that  now  possess  these  people,  they  went  to  work  each  time  to  rebuild,  improving 
with  every  bitter  experience  as  they  will  now,  when  they  will  doubtless  put  up 
buildings  that  will  withstand  the  fearful  ravages  of  the  flames.  Thus  the  Argo- 
nauts brought  out  of  chaos  and  the  strenuous  life  of  the  frontier,  the  beautiful 
and  modern  San  Francisco. 

Oh,  the  bewilderment  of  a first  view  of  this  big  hustling  American  city, 
as  we  love  best  to  picture  it.  To  be  dropped  off  the  ferry  into  the  very  center 
of  the  maelstrom  of  life,  where  every  mortal  is  bent  upon  his  own  task,  where 
streams  and  counterstreams  of  humanity  hurry  in  and  out  and  round  about, 
and  all  seem  at  first  glance  like  the  chaos  of  life.  They  go  their  way,  cursing 
and  praying,  weeping  and  singing,  fighting  and  loving,  but  on  the  whole  ad- 
vancing from  the  beast  to  the  angel. 

The  first  building  to  command  the  view  as  you  arrived  at  the  foot  of  Market 
Street  was  the  long,  low  Ferry  Building  of  gray  Colusa  stone.  To  the  right  and 
left  stretched  the  water-front  street  where  big’  docks  and  wharves  were  lined  with 
shipping.  Heavy  freight  vans  rattled  and  banged  over  the  cobble  stones,  bells 


RUINS  ON  O’FARRELL  STREET,  SAN  FRANCISCO 


LOOKING  DOWN  O’FARRELL  STREET,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


clanged  on  the  cable  cars,  news  boys  were  piping  the  sensation  of  the  hour,  while 
an  undertone  of  many  voices,  and  scuffling  of  thousands  of  feet  on  the  cement 
walks  were  heard,  while  the  crowds  hustled  for  first  place  on  the  cars.  Nearly 
every  one  seemed  bound  up  Market  Street,  either  a-foot  or  a-cable,  so  you  followed 
the  crowd. 

Jumping  on  the  first  car  to  start,  you  probably  found  an  outside  seat  on  the 
dummy,  the  bell  rang,  the  gripman  threw  back  his  lever,  clutching  the  cable, 
and  off  you  went  amidst  the  confusion  of  traffic.  Wholesale  houses  and  office 
buildings  lined  the  way — landmarks  of  the  old  regime,  yet  here  and  there  modern 
buildings  of  stone  or  terra  cotta  stood  out  as  monuments  of  the  modern  city. 
There  was  the  fine  Crocker  Building  between  Post  and  Market,  while  across  the 
way  a whole  block  was  taken  up  by  the  Palace  Hotel  which  connected,  by  a sort 
of  Bridge  of  Sighs  across  New  Montgomery  Street,  with  the  Grand  Hotel.  Up 
Montgomery  Street,  past  the  Lick  House  and  the  Occidental  Hotel,  was  the  mag- 
nificent Mills  Building,  one  of  the  most  substantial  and  well  proportioned  struct- 
ures of  the  city,  while  a block  beyond  stood  the  massive  Hayward  Building. 
Another  block  of  navigation  brought  you  to  the  corner  of  Third,  Kearny  and 
Geary  Streets,  the  center  of  the  busy  life  of  the  city.  Here  were  the  homes  of 
the  three  morning  papers,  the  Chronicle  Building,  of  red  sandstone  and  brick, 
with  its  clock  tower,  a well  known  landmark  of  the  city,  the  Examiner  Building, 
in  Spanish  style  with  its  simple  plastered  walls,  deep  portico  at  the  top  and  tiled 
roof,  and  the  Call  tower,  that  rose  fifteen  stories  to  a fine  dome,  the  most  com- 
manding architectural  feature  of  the  business  district.  At  this  corner  stood 
Lotta’s  drinking  fountain,  a token  of  which  San  Franciscans  were  fond  because 
of  its  association  with  the  soubrette  who,  in  early  days,  made  fame  and  fortune 
here  by  winning  the  hearts  of  the  pioneers. 

As  you  travelled  up  Geary  or  continued  on  Market,  blocks  upon  blocks  of 
great  substantial  steel-frame  structures  of  stone  and  terra  cotta  met  your  view. 
There  was  the  new  Mutual  Bank  Building  at  the  corner  of  Market  and  Geary, 
while  facing  Union  Square  a block  away  was  the  big  modern  building  of  the 
Spring  Valley  Water  Company,  the  New  St.  Francis  Hotel  just  finished,  and  in 
the  center  of  this  beautiful  plaza  stood  the  stately  Dewey  Monument,  the  corner 
stone  of  which  was  laid  by  McKinley,  and  which  was  only  recently  finished. 

Over  on  Market  Street  at  the  corner  of  Powell,  once  the  site  of  the  old  Bald- 
win Hotel,  stood  the  immense  Flood  Building,  one  of  the  city’s  newest  and  most 
pretentious  buildings.  Opposite  this  was  the  great  stone  Emporium,  one  of  the 
largest  and  costliest  buildings  in  the  city,  erectqd  for  store  and  office  purposes. 
These  are  but  a few  of  the  more  striking  business  buildings,  to  which  may  be 


MOVING  OUT,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


added  the  new  Post  Office  on  Mission,  the  great  City  Hall  which  took  twenty 
years  to  complete,  the  Merchants  Exchange,  the  beautiful  Fairmount  Hotel  on 
Knob  Hill,  Trinity  Church  and  hundreds  of  others. 

San  Francisco  is  commonly  divided  into  North  and  South  of  Market  Street. 
In  the  early  days  of  the  city,  the  aristrocratic  part  of  town  was  in  Happy 
Valley  and  on  Rincon  Hill  to  the  South  but  when  a citizen,  Mr.  A.  S.  Hallidie, 
successfully  solved  the  problem  of  climbing  the  steep  hills  north  of  Market  by 
inventing  the  cable  car,  people  flocked  to  the  heights  commanding  a view  of  the 
bay  and  the  Golden  Gate.  Then  it  was  that  California  Street  became  the  Knob 
Hill,  where  palaces  were  built  by  the  Stanfords,  Hopkins,  Crockers,  Floods,  and 
other  millionaires,  while  the  people  of  more  moderate  means  settled  upon  the 
adjacent  hills  and  slopes.  The  South  of  Market  section  became  the  home  of 
the  artisans  for  the  most  part,  and  certain  cross  streets,  notably  Third,  Sixth  and 
Eighth,  later  developed  into  secondary  shopping  centers,  while  Mission  Street, 
the  first  thoroughfare  south  of  Market,  became  the  great  wholesale  street  of  the 
city,  where  numbers  of  splendid,  modern  structures  were  built. 

Van  Ness  Avenue,  considered  the  most  beautiful  street  of  the  city  paved  with 
asphalt,  was  lined  with  costly  homes  and  large  church  edifices.  Many  of  the 
houses  were  truly  palatial  in  size  and  sUde,  showing  the  air  of  wealth  that  per- 
vaded the  thoroughfare,  while  down  the  side  streets  on  the  lower  hills  the  city 
roofs  were  crowded  in  a gray  mass.  For  a bird’s  eye  view  of  the  city,  no  point 
of  vantage  was  more  commanding  than  the  summit  of  Telegraph  Hill.  Flights 
of  steps  or  broad  chicken  ladders  led  up  to  houses  perched  on  rocky  heights.  It 
was  a famous  place  for  goats  which  fed  on  old  newspapers  and  shavings,  and 
looked  at  one  with  a wistful  expression  on  their  bearded  countenances.  But 
the  city,  oh,  the  city,  how  it  crowded  the  hills  with  a wilderness  of  gray  walls 
and  windows  cleft  here  and  there  by  the  lines  of  parallel  streets  which  dared  to 
climb  to  almost  forbidden  heights. 

Thus  we  And  this  chaos  of  thousands  of  houses,  thrilling  with  life,  each  en- 
closing its  family  history,  its  triumph  or  tragedy,  but  all  so  immovable  and 
unindividual  as  one  looked  upon  the  mass,  little  dreaming  as  night  fell  over  the 
great  city  of  the  tragedy  that  would  be  enacted  before  the  sunrise  of  another  day. 

The  most  terrible  disaster  in  the  history  of  San  Francisco  occurred  at  5:16 
on  the  morning  of  April  18,  1906.  An  earthquake  shock,  so  violent  and  pro- 
longed that  it  damaged  every  building  on  the  peninsula  in  some  degree — the  dam- 
age ranging  from  cracks  in  the  walls,  toppled  chimneys  and  cornices  to  the  com- 
plete collapse  of  hundreds  of  buildings — rocked  ,the  earth  for  fully  two  minutes. 
It  was  like  a cataclysm;  people  cried  out  to  each  other;  it  seemed  the  coming 


SAN  FRANCISCO  CITY  HALL,  SHOWING  DOME  ONLY  INTACT 


PINE,  DAVIS  AND  MARKET  STREETS. 
OFFICE  OF  JUDSON  POWDER  WORKS. 


of  the  end  of  the  world.  The  oscillation  was  north  to  south  in  a succession  of 
increasing  and  apparently  renewed  shocks,  with  a twisting  movement  that  threw 
people  out  of  their  beds.  In  those  two  minutes  the  great  city  was  ruined. 

More  than  a thousand  people  were  killed  or  injured  in  the  shattering  of 
buildings  followed  by  confusion  and  fire;  no  one  may  estimate  the  number  of 
deaths;  no  part  of  the  city  escaped  from  the  wreck,  fire  and  death.  Gas,  water 
and  electric  power  were  suddenly  cut  off;  the  whole  city,  from  the  water  front 
to  Van  Ness  Avenue,  suffered  most  appallingly  from  the  disaster.  As  every 
one  knows  who  witnessed  this  greatest  disaster  of  the  Christian  era,  it  is  simply 
impossible  to  give  a description  of  the  terrible  scenes  witnessed  during  this  first 
day  of  destruction.  Fire  broke  out  everywhere,  in  the  Mission,  in  the  Western 
Addition,  in  the  heart  of  the  city,  for  miles  along  the  water  front,  and  in  various 
parts  of  the  residence  districts.  In  homes  where  early  fires  had  been  lighted 
to  prepare  breakfast,  the  fire  started  by  the  tumbling  over  of  coal  or  oil  stoves 
or  the  disconnecting  of  gas  pipes ; in  the  saloons,  dance  halls,  and  lodging  houses 
on  the  water  front  and  Barbary  Coast,  where  oil  lamps  were  used,  the  overturned 
lamps  caused  the  conflagration.  In  the  business  district,  along  the  water  front 
and  in  the  Mission,  the  furnaces  and  the  tremblor  worked  destruction  together. 

The  suddenness  and  awfulness  of  the  disaster  left  the  police  and  fire  depart- 
ments powerless.  General  Funston  with  his  soldiers  immediately  offered  aid 
to  the  local  authorities,  and  it  proved  a Godsend,  for  the  police  were  absolutely 
unable  to  cope  with  the  situation.  Above  the  chief’s  head,  the  tower  on  the 
Hall  of  Justice  stood  a ruin,  being  twisted  with  great  gaps  in  it  where  bricks 
and  ornaments  had  fallen  out;  and  the  gilt  hand  of  the  clock  at  the  top,  motion- 
less, marked  the  moment  of  the  visitation.  The  City  Hall  was  wrecked,  the 
domed  roofs  of  the  wings  tumbled  in,  and  the  high  central  dome  still  stood  a mere 
skeleton  at  seven  o’clock  that  morning. 

Although  no  one  as  yet  realizes  the  full  extent  of  what  has  happened,  the 
most  meagre  knowledge  of  the  terrible  disaster  which  has  befallen  San  Francisco 
leaves  one  speechless.  Though  the  beautiful  city  is  temporarily  in  ruins,  and 
the  people  are  for  the  time  discouraged,  our  fair  metropolis  will  rise  again  to 
be  even  greater  and  more  prosperous  than  before  this  awful  disaster.  The  air 
of  the  entire  State  is  filled  with  gloom  and  depression  but  despair  is  still  furthest 
from  the  minds  of  our  own  people.  After  a brief  struggle  San  Francisco  will 
be  her  old  self  again,  arrayed  in  new  clothes,  it  is  true,  but  ready  to  prove  to  the 
world  that  she  is  not  peopled  with  men  and  women  who  cower  down  before  the 
most  terrible  of  experiences.  Like  the  phoenix,  from  the  ashes  she  will  rise 
again  the  most  beautiful  city  in  the  Western  Hemisphere,  the  Paris  of  America, 
and  the  Metropolis  of  the  Pacific  Coast. 


CORNER  OF  BUSH,  MARKET  AND  BATTERY  STREETS, 
SAN  FRANCISCO. 


VICTORY  THEATRE,  FIRST  STREET,  SAN  JOSE,  CAL 


LOOKING  DOWN  MARKET  STREET,  SAN  FRANCISCO,  BEFORE  TH  E^T  DISA  STER. 


A VAN  NESS  AVENUE  RESIDENCE,  SANIFRANCISCO,  BEFORE  THE  DISASTER, 


THE  CITY  HALL,  SAN  FRANCISCO,  BEFORE  THE  DISASTER. 


GRAND  AND  PALACE  HOTELS,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


VIEW  OF  THE  SITE  OF  THE  BALDWIN  ANNEX, 
TAKEN  ON  MARKET  STREET,  LOOKING  NORTHEAST 


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RELIEF  CAMP  AT  JEFFERSON  SQUARE,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


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RELIEF  CAMP,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


1.  J-  J.  Jeffries  and  friends  seliing  oranges  on  street  for  the  relief  fund. 

2.  Girls  selling  flowers  and  fruits  at  benefit  ball  game  for  relief  fund. 

3.  Feeding  refugees  at  Arcade  depot. 


SCENES  IN  LOS  ANGELES  IN  SYMPATH 

4 Ladies  making  clothes  at  Kromer’s  Hall  for  San  Francisco  sufferers, 

5.  Ladies  making  clothes  for  San  Francisco  sufferers.  1 

6.  Examiner  Nurses  at  depot  ready  to  start  for  San  Francisco.  i 


WITH  THE  SAN  FRANCISCO  DISASTER. 

7.  Examiner  Nurses  aboard  Examiner  Special  leaving  for  San  Francisco. 

8.  Officers  at  Burbank  Camp. 

9.  Grand  Avenue  school  children  send  food  to  San  Francisco. 


10  Loading  and  packing  food  supplies  at  Native  Sons’  headquarters. 

11.  Selling  flowersat  Broadway  Department  Store  for  relief  futid 

12.  Examiner  Special  leaving  Los  Angeles  for  San  Francisco  with  food  and  supplies. 


CHINATOWN  IN  RUINS,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


HALSEY  BANKERS,  ON  CALIFORNIA  STREET,  NEAR  KEARNY. 


GUARDING  BANK  ON  CALIFORNIA  STREET 
NEAR  KEARNY  STREET,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


STREET.  SUNK  FIVE  FEET  FROM  CURB,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


IMPROVISED  SHELTER  ON  THE  SITE  OF  FORMER  HOME 

SAN  FRANCISCO. 


[DESTROYED  IRON  FRAMEWORK,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


RUINS  OF  MEMORIAL  LIBRARY, 

LELAND  STANFORD,  JR.,  UNIVERSITY,  PALO  ALTO,  CAL 


LOOKING  DOWN  PINE  STREET,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


MEMORIAL  COURT  AND  ARCH, 

LELAND  STANFORD,  JR.,  UNIVERSITY,  PALO  ALTO,  CAL. 


LOOKING  DOWN  O’FARRELL  STREET,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


GOING  TO  THE  FERRY,  SAN  FRANCISCO 


LOOKING  DOWN  CALIFORNIA  STREET,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


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COURT  HOUSE,  SAN  JOSE,  CAL. 


VIEW  OF  THE  CITY  HALL,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


ST.  JAMES  PARK,  SAN  JOSE,  CAL 


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PROCESSION  TO  THE  FERRY,  SAN  FRANCISCO. 


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AGNEWS  INSANE  ASYLUM,  NEAR  SAN  JOSE,  CAL. 


MAIN  BUILDING  AT  AGNEWS  INSANE  ASYLUM,  NEAR  SAN  JOSE. 


LEAVING  THE  BREAD  LINE  AT  THE  PRESIDIO,  SAN  FRANCISCO 


RUINS  OF  AGNEWS  INSANE  ASYLUM,  NEAR  SAN  JOSE. 


SCENE  AT  AGNEWS  INSANE  ASYLUM,  NEAR  SAN  JOSE. 


PREPARING  TO  EXIST  IN  THE  OPEN  AIR— 
AGNEWS  INSANE  ASYLUM,  NEAR  SAN  JOSE. 


SCENE  AT  AGNEWS  INSANE  ASYLUM,  NEAR  SAN  JOSE. 


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PRICE  50c 


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THE  RADIAL  CO. 


